The Magi Poem by Engin Kavrak

Of Toth's tearing town's ancient found type
In a star lit plain four walls ink and dye
Greets as the large black of birds perches
The man in light yellow faint in hunger searches
Of breads as crumbs in gleam scattered where as
The great oak in sudden selfish shudder pass

What force the man sustains fades into dark
Where in the dark the found fabric of a dwindle
From a grotto a spirit is in found shape in triple
Lifely he immerses into Thorn's slight triangle
He gazes deeper into the fact
A soul deeper artifact
A cat lap caress cute in core clue for a source
The very artifact's man made source
Suddenly a white bright light blows

A vital pool of curiosity to attain
A balance of hot bright light to retain
Deeper in the pool soon the grim fall
As the eye of the magi scrabble beyond the door
Seeder of courses walls in plain but endorses
As the shape sheen eyes many cover the halls
Like the vine ever tangled in a jury deter
By the crowd many sought such relic found
Voices unheard covers the forceful air
What in hells these can ever be fair
As the plain gaze of the jury decides
The Magi in haste and hurry tries
Alas for the last words could not be heard
From a tower prison cell for ages served...